colors. kth x myg / taegi

seven

a/n: this is a whole mess but i tried my best. i'll make sure the next chapter turns out better lmao:,-)

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"taehyung, what have you done to yourself?"

"i didn't want to hurt anymore."

he remembered jimin's eyes; how dejected and hopeless he looked as he held taehyung's head in his lap. he remembered how jungkook cried the first time he saw his cuts. he remembered how they hugged him tight when the ambulance came and how they whispered reassuring words even as they headed to the hospital. and now here they sat, side by side facing taehyung.

"how have you been?"

there was something to jimin's voice. something like a mixture of sadness and pity.

"alright," taehyung said. "you?"

"pretty good. jungkook missed you a lot," jimin smiled. "so did i."

silence was loud, taehyung realized, as absolutely nothing crashed around him. it was quiet, but so deafening that it felt the opposite.

"we're glad you're alive," jungkook said, forcing a smile.

the smile showed happiness, but at the same time pain, and a pang of guilt hit taehyung hard when he could so clearly see how much he had hurt him.

taehyung smiled back, eyes cast downward with insecurity.

"i am too."

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"hey joon," yoongi said, leaning against the counter. "i need a favor."

namjoon hummed in response, barely looking away from his computer as he typed away.

"you need to tell your boyfriend over there to chill the fuck out with his dad jokes."

namjoon merely chuckled at that, earning an annoyed scowl from yoongi.

"namjoon, i'm serious," yoongi said, rubbing his forehead with his eyes shut. "i'll be talking to him about something and he'll just act like he's listening and then crack one of his ridiculous jokes!"

as if on cue, seokjin took a seat beside namjoon laughing hysterically.

"what's forrest gump's password?"

"seokjin, shut the fuck-"

"one-forrest-one."

namjoon and seokjin both burst out laughing and yoongi covered his face with his hands, groaning audibly as he took namjoon's coffee out of his hands and took a sip.

"hey, mind you, you piece of shit psychiatrist, that's my coffee!"

"your boyfriend's jokes drain me of energy."

he set down the mug and as seokjin walked away, namjoon smiled wide enough for his dimples to engrave deep circles into his cheeks.

"i'll tell him to keep going with this."

"what the fuck, why?"

"i don't know."

"i hope you go to hell."

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